Nightmare

Bringing the color back to my dreams,
blood and tar and dirt and blood.
I'll seek you in dreams, and become
your own personal nightmare.

Poison Room

In the room of the arsenic wallpaper,
the most radiant green,
candles flicker.
Mold creeps, and we
breath the damp, breahe
deep, spores.
those two windows shut up,
the poison gathers. I invite
you in, and you say, my, you
look rather pale. I've breahted
sighed and become,
in the foul air for seasons.
My love shall last a moon, as
this poison has become me.

What Waits for You in the Dark

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When wielding a blade,
one should know which
way it will cut.
Now, the dark waits.
You'll bleed.

Deep Winter

Crow's caw, ice mind, Amanuensis of doom.
Time out, it's out, it's run
away. Time's run like blood, a crimson flood.
A hex, a charm, shadow and light.
Day bright, day long, day silver and long,
wave breaks, atom flow, my glitter trail,
a sparkle tail, to draw a ghost, draw a taint,
taint your cell, and plague a dream.
Thorny realm, my ironwood.

Biding to Cut

 The battle has chosen us. Splatter delicately my darling because we're in no hurry. We'd just as soon play at it a while.

2014

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This year, into magic. Into the abyss. Floating into a new age.